The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

For real?

He’s actually going to give her a ride home?

Was he pulling her leg?

Did he even know where she lived? Chapter 199

At that moment, another woman waiting for her ride, dazzlingly beautiful with stunning makeup and a kil

ler body, saw the luxury car

Her face lit up at the sight of the luxury car and she enthusiastically approached it.

Just then, the window of the black car rolled down to reveal a handsome and suave man

He was not just handsome, he also looked incredibly distinguished.

Any woman would be smitten by his good looks.

The beautiful woman instantly flashed a smile, approached

the car, and sweetly said, “Handsome, are you up for a date? I can hop into your car right now”

And, she intentionally flaunted her body, which she believed to be attractive

Lysander Sinclait, unimpressed, coldly said, “Scram

The woman’s cheap perfume was so overpowering that it gave him a headache.

Shock replaced the smile on the beautiful woman’s face, and she stepped back with disappointment an

d helplessness.

She then saw the man’s deep gaze fixed on a plain–

looking woman behind her, who was busy devouring

an ice cream. And then he called out, “Thalassa, come here!”

The beautiful woman was seething with jealousy. How could this ordinary, country bumpkin catch the e

ye of such an outstanding man?

Thalassa, hearing her name, looked around in surprise and saw Lysander in his car, one hand on the w

heel, the other resting on the window, looking dashing and elegant in the setting sun, almost radiant.

Was it Lysander who had called her?

Thalassa blinked, initially hesitant, but eventually found herself walking toward him.

“Mr. Sinclair, did you call me?”

Realizing she was still holding her ice cream, which made her look rather goofy against Lysander’s seri

ous demeanor, she quickly hid it behind her back.

In her haste, she accidentally flung the ice cream, which landed smack on the face of the beautiful wom

an.

“Ah!” The woman screamed in shock.

Thalassa, terrified, hurriedly rushed over, pulling out tissues and frantically wiping the woman’s face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

In the midst of Thalassa’s frantic wiping, the woman’s makeup smeared all over her face.

The beautiful woman shrieked and pushed Thalassa away, saying. “Don’t touch me, my face, my make

up.”

She started crying, feeling utterly devastated.

Her fake eyelashes fell off, mascara smudged, eyeliner smeared all around her eyes, and foundation cl

umped and flaked off, making her look like a clown.

Thalassa felt incredibly guilty, hands clasped together, endlessly apologizing. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t m

ean to.”

“Hmph, country bumpkin!” The woman

huffed angrily and stomped off in her high heels, both furious and embarrassed.

Thalassa was taken aback. Was the woman referring to her as a country bumpkin?

Lysander watched as Thalassa accidentally smeared ice cream all over the woman’s face, exposing he

r ruined makeup. The whole scene was hilariously entertaining.

A smirk tugged at the Corner of his mouth.

This woman was indeed interesting, compared to the perfect, well–

mannered ladies of high society, she seemed more lively and fun..

Lysander got out of the car, walked over to Thalassa, and took her hand.

His hand was slightly rough, but warm. As soon as he grabbed Thalassa’s hand, she felt a rush of war C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

mth spreading through her heart.

The sensation took her by surprise, causing her to instinctively jerk her hand away.

But she didn’t pull her hand out of his grip, and Lysander held on tighter, leading her towards the car. “L

et me drive you home.”

That’s not the point, though. How on earth would she let him drive her home?

If he saw those four rugrats in her house, she’s going to be in deep water!

Thalassa was squirming to free her Hand from his, flustered, and said, “No need, Mr. Sinclair, I can ma

nage on my own.”

But Lysander had already opened the car door and stuffed her in authoritatively, saying, “Behave!”

His words were chilly and left no room for refusal.

Having said that, he shut the car door, got back behind the wheel, and drove off.

Thalassa didn’t notice that at that moment, across the road, her coworker Daryl and the receptionist we

re stepping out of the office, catching the whole scene.

Daryl tugged at the receptionist’s sleeve, looking at the departing black Rolls–Royce in disbelief.

“Did you see that? That was our CEO in the car.”

Following Daryl’s gaze, Cherry saw the license plate and nodded, “Indeed, that’s our CEO’s car”

Daryl was getting more excited. “Our CEO just led Thalassa into his car personally. Could it be he was

eyeing Thalassa yesterday?”

Yesterday morning, on Daryl’s first day at work, she saw Sinclair’s gaze wander their way when she wa

s standing aside to welcome him. She thought Mr. Sinclair was checking her out.

She didn’t think of Thalassa, who was standing right next to her.

Now that she thought of it, could it be that Mr. Sinclair was looking at Thalassa?

Cherry’s mouth twitched, but she said nothing.

Seemed like the rumors about Mr. Sinclair and Thalassa were not unfounded after all.

In the car, Lysander drove while Thalassa sat in the back seat.

She was super nervous. She had already said that she didn’t need him to drive her home, but he insist

ed on doing so.

What should she do? If Evelyn was playing downstairs with the kids and they ran into each other, the ki

ds would surely sprint over, excitedly calling her mom.

Just as Thalassa was tangled up in her thoughts, she realized that the view outside the window looked

familiar.

Was this almost in her neighborhood?

She never told Lysander her address, did she?

She was debating how to handle this situation and whether to give a fake address.

He’s almost at her place!

How did he know she lived here?

Oh my gosh, what should she do?

A turn at the next intersection would lead to Thalassa’s residential area.

The car was moving faster than her thoughts.

While she was at a loss, the car made a turn.

And at the turn, beyond the iron fence, was the neighborhood’s playground.

Through the car window, Thalassa saw Evelyn playing on the slide with Elowen.

Elowen was facing her direction. She looked out the window, and her eyes met Elowen’s innocent gaze

.

Oh crap, Elowen saw her!

Please don’t run over shouting mom or even call her mom from afar.

Otherwise, Lysander would find out.

If the Sinclair family took the kids away, she would lose everything!

Thalassa quickly turned her head, lowered it, trying to make herself less noticeable, and rolled up the c

ar window.